Fire and Fire

Tug-of-War Alpha Dog Carnivore Locked our horns Power struggle Crown of thorns Neither bows nor bends nor folds Instead digs their heels Leans in and holds Under weights of worlds shouldered Beneath catching fires smoldered They juxtapose Until the end And so it goes Protect; defend Both yearning to submit, surrender Though, coward, that would them then render So instead they hold strong their positions Each declaring their conditions Never has this strategy Ended anyway but tragedy So each side is shocked and shorn Strewn about, tattered, torn Daughters, Mothers and Wives scorn From empty houses Alone; forlorn Forever after they will wait By the fire Or at the gate Until the day they receive News, that from this horror, There's no reprieve